“I don’t want to go down there, Barney.” Maria grabs my hand, ready to run back to the entrance, but the screams from the cells filled with murderers and rapists stop her. The rattle of her bracelets give away her fear induced convulsions. I feel the way she looks, ready to faint. Cupping my hands … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part Five (Final)
Journal Entry: Ricardo
It’s been three hundred days since the incident. No it was a birth, of a child and of the end of the world. Every parent wants their child to make their mark in history, but who expects to be assured of this with their first kid? Who finds out that their kid is the omen … Continue reading Journal Entry: Ricardo
Black and White: part 7
The ward is on the other side of the main O.R.B. station, but it takes me little time to get to the commander’s office. My slippers slide to a halt in front of his door; I take a minute to compose myself. The nameplate on the door wriggles around impatiently, letting me know the Pridon … Continue reading Black and White: part 7
Black and White: part 6
The commander throws me into the front seat of an O.R.B. vehicle, gets into the driver’s side and we promptly shoot up into the atmosphere. There is a moment of silence before he speaks, “What the fuck were you doing in there?” “I was… having a bad dream,” I slur. “You stupid fuck, tell me … Continue reading Black and White: part 6
Journal Entry: Fred
I woke up today at four knowing it was going to be the same old crap as the day before, and the day before that. I meditated, while still in bed, just to hold off on starting the day a little bit longer. Finally I pulled myself off the molded sheets and walked into the … Continue reading Journal Entry: Fred
Black and White: part 5
The Pridon den is dark and smoky, just the way I like it. I am taken into a small room where the floor is literally filled a foot deep with pillows. I find a good spot and lie down, the moment I do wisps of smoke fall from the vents around the ceiling. As it … Continue reading Black and White: part 5
Black and White: Part 2
One drink, the silence of my apartment rotates around me like a starship looking for the proper place to fire. Two drinks, my head is woozy with smoke. Three drinks and I am gone from this plane of existence, deep into the vortex of my memory. Crashing through the second story window is the easy … Continue reading Black and White: Part 2
Black and White: Part 1
God this city stinks of death. Almost like the reaper is hiding behind every corner, biding his time for the perfect moment to sink his sickle into soft skin. Not today, I’m working on my first case in almost three months. I’m here in Helfye City looking for a source, a beeline to the man … Continue reading Black and White: Part 1
The Hangman
Waves crash their timeless beat on the gargantuan metal legs of the Gates, a bridge that stretches across the ocean connecting two masses of land. Their torrent is but a faint splash from atop the northern cliff, the gusts of wind deafen the natural music. The shoreline glistens; there are no clouds in sight to … Continue reading The Hangman
Thought of a Thinker 